Profession, Merchant Volume 4 Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2 – Good Mood, Bad Mood, II

“The girls obeyed your devilish orders because they wanted a real cock, right? And so you took advantage of that to sexually corrupt the two ephemerally beautiful schoolgirls. So I don’t understand… How can they now manage without a ‘cock’?”

When you say it like that, I feel like I’m a terrible devil. Well, the minister’s daughter is a homosexual by nature. But then again, I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that she’s ephemerally beautiful…

“Um, yes. That’s because of, well, the adult toys I gave her every day…”

“What do you mean?”

“In the beginning, they were more interested in penetration, and that’s why they wanted a cock, yes, but maybe that’s also because they just didn’t want to be outdone by the other. It’s a competition, after all. But day by day I gave them more and more adult toys. Perhaps the amount of pleasure these objects provided made them more and more aware of the toys rather than my dick? Well, it has now reached the point where they are already more interested in what they will be given today than whether or not they will be penetrated by my cock.”

“I see. And what kind of toys did you give them?”

The priestess asks with sparkling eyes.

“The famous magic mushrooms, of course, for starters, then the magic rodent that can’t stop licking a spot, the slime that loves beautiful skin, the magic massager… wait, why are you taking notes, priestess?”

“No, I’m having a revelation from God right now. I am in no way taking notes of what you are saying. But please do continue.”

“…eh, whatever. So, in the course of time, their means and ends were switched.”

“To put it bluntly, they lost interest in your ‘cock’ and switched to ‘your toys’, am I right?”

That… is far too blunt, Priestess.

“Well, that’s one way of looking at it, or rather, that’s how I intended to train them. But it’s hard to balance, you know? For example, there was a time when the girls were so absorbed in their toys that they obviously neglected their studies.”

“How did you deal with that?”

“I told them that if their grades dropped, I would take away all their toys.”

“Mm…”

The priestess grunts at my words.

“Well, I better get going. I’ve got to finish up today, and you know… record the daughter’s miserable state to ‘hand it over’ to the minister.”

“I see. Ah, right. About the Minister of Finance… I’ve been invited to dinner with him in three days’ time. You may accompany me there.”

Oh? Looks like Miss Priestess is in a good mood now. I don’t know the reason, but thank you, whatever you are.

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Finally, the day has come to record the naughty and wretched state of the minister’s daughter. For the recording, I have purchased a remote-controlled magic camera to be used at the scene.

A ‘magic camera’ is a high-end magical tool made by cutting magic ore into the shape of a lens. It has the ability to record animated information passing through that lens with magical particles, and its ‘memory’ is very expensive.

It is also the size of a thumb, which made it notorious for being used by many people to take sneaky pictures and do other nasty things.

I arrived a little early, so no one was in the classroom yet.

After confirming this, I put an eye patch over my left eye with a monitor embedded in it. This would allow me to see the image on the magic camera at all times, and also allow me to remotely control the camera with magic.

After confirming that visibility was good, I placed the magic camera on standby at the school gate. On the monitor, I could see a few female students walking through. Not long ago, this area had been filled with white summer uniforms, thin but comfortable in the hot weather, but now it was all thick navy blue blazers, indicating that the season had changed.

A short time later, a black carriage rattled up to the school gates. The young lady has arrived.

She smiles at her classmates and says “Good day”, like the true noblewoman she is, but she does not go straight to her classroom. Instead, she goes to the nearest toilet.

Once in the toilet, she rummaged through her black leather bag and pulled out a stick-like object. It was a magic mushroom.

The young lady looked around the private bathroom. When she was sure that no one was watching, she put her hands on her underwear in her pleated skirt and pulled it down. As the panties slid down her pure white thighs and stopped on her knees, she fixed the magic mushroom to the panty lining. Then she slowly pulled them up again.

“Mmm, ahh.”

With a hot sigh, the young lady fixes her underwear.

But she did not stop there. She also takes out a pair of magic nipple patches from her bag.

The magic nipple patches, as the name suggests, are adult toys that attach to the nipples to provide constant sexual stimulation.

The young lady pulled up her sailor’s uniform with her bra from the front, exposing her pure white bowl-shaped tits. The tits made a big popping motion as they came out of her clothes, as if surprised to be exposed to the open air against their will.

The patch contains a certain amount of slippage and the moment it is activated, the movements from the small valves in the patch will cause the patch to flick erratically at the nipples. So when the minister’s daughter switched it on, the vibrations caused her large tits to sway slightly, and she wriggled and writhed, causing the sailor’s uniform she had tucked up to come down as well.

“Hey.”

Still, this young lady is becoming more of a lecher than I expected.

“I said hey!”

“Hyaa!?”

I looked up to see the bully standing in front of me. It seems that I had been so focused on the monitor that I had not paid attention to my surroundings.

“What the hell are you making weird noises for? And what’s with the eye patch? Are you all right?”

“W-well, the eyepatch is… something I got from someone… yeah…”

“Whatever. I’ve been calling you for a while now, but you don’t answer. You’re even breathing heavily and saying ‘haa haaa haaaa’. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have any problems and I don’t breathe like that. Was I? You must be joking. Haha.”

“No. You’re pretty much doing that. To the point where it was a bit creepy.”

Being told by a schoolgirl that I was a little creepy suddenly made me feel like an old man, and I was depressed.

“Instead of that, new student. Are you free after school today?”

“Today? Not that I’m free, but what for?”

“A-actually, I have some business with you later. S-so stay in the classroom after school, okay!”

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